Fade Away
under the cloud
fade
into the blade
like run-off paint
on a pristine green
like smoke
after the wish
was made
like a strand of lights
unplugged
at the end
of a year
like a song
on repeat
that eventually
gets replaced
by a new rhythm
like a stick tree
that lost all its leaves
in one full gust
like an Oak that took a cut
then a char
before it crumbled
to ash
swept away
in the wind
like a pretty promise
on a Spring-filled day
that froze
under the weight
of a harsh winter
like a book
in a basement
box
that was once
held
and revered
like a bird
that fell
from the sky
that had migrated
a million miles
to feel warm
like a blue butterfly
that lived but a day
but what a day
like the scent
of a red rose
flattened
between the pages
of a poetic line
that will never be
what it was
what it once was
…
but it was
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